• I'm walking into a village and I don't know why
    my eyes are closed as I hear a child cry,
    The clothes that I wear are heavy and wet
    my eyes are still closed I'm unsure yet,
    My hand is holding something tightly
    I opening my eyes and gasp slightly,
    The sword is sharp as I stare with dark dread
    it's blade is soiled and what was silver is now red,
    Trembling I walking forward then stop and smile
    my smile is dark and cold even scary after a while,
    Villagers walk out of their homes with fear
    as if it was not my place to even be here,
    I feel another side slowly close in
    my eyes gleam with the familiar sin,
    Mere seconds had past when the crying stoped
    the child's throat gained a line as his head droped,
    A scream of shock ripped through a crowd
    I had ran at the one with a voice so loud,
    Father he was to boy I had killed
    I could care now my blood had chilled,
    Laughter rose from my throat as he did trip
    my smile turned maddened as his throat was slit,
    I looked at my sword again then stood still
    it wasn't enough i need more to kill,
    I never heard another thing said
    as I slashed into the crowd leaving more dead,
    Hours had past beyond the death if the boy
    it was funny as if i had found a new toy,
    With my clothes drenched in the liquid so red
    I wandered through the land as a sign of dread.